Love to Shit Girls - Many Constipated Turds
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the deserted alleyway, he could hear her approaching footsteps. He leaned back against the damp wall, his heart racing in anticipation, his pants feeling tighter by the second. This was the moment he had been waiting for – his nightly ritual with his beloved slave girl.
She stumbled into view, a look of desperation on her face as she struggled to contain the immense pressure building up inside her. He could see the sweat forming on her brow, the effort it was taking for her to maintain her position. He took a deep breath, watching as she slowly made her way towards him, her steps becoming more laboured with each passing moment.
"I'm sorry, Master," she gasped out between clenched teeth. "I tried so hard to hold it in... but I can't anymore."
He reached out to grab her arm, offering her a reassuring smile as he pulled her closer. "Don't worry, my little one," he whispered into her ear. "You've been such a good girl today. How many did you manage to hold back before coming here?"
Her eyes widened with shock at his question, but she managed to gather herself enough to answer. "Fourteen, Master," she replied softly, her voice quivering with fear and anticipation.
He drummed his fingers against the wall behind him, a smile spreading across his face. "Fourteen?" he mused, impressed by her effort. "That's quite a feat. But don't worry, you won't have held back for nothing."
Before she could react, he slipped his hand between her legs, pressing his fingers against her soaked pussy lips. She moaned loudly at the contact, her body trembling with need. He could feel her desperation growing as he teased her entrance, circling his finger around her tight ring of muscle.
"You want it badly, don't you?" he purred, his voice low and velvety in her ear. "You want me to take care of that overfull asshole of yours, don't you?"
She nodded, her head bobbing up and down against his hand, her ass pushing back against him. "Yes, Master," she whispered breathlessly. "I need you to help me..."
And with that, he wasted no more time. He pulled her close, his hard cock pressing against her soft stomach, and positioned her over the large metal bucket he'd prepared earlier. She let out a small cry of surprise as she felt the cold metal pressing against her swollen asshole.
But he was ready for her. He eased her over the edge of the bucket, his hands holding her hips in place. She let out a long, low groan as the immense pressure inside her finally began to subside. Slowly, he sank two fingers into her tight, warm grip, feeling the walls of her passage massaging his digits with each passing moment.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. "Let it all out. You know you need my help."
And she did. She knew that he was the only one who could relieve her of this awful burden. With a final moan of surrender, she pushed back against him with all her might, emptying the contents of her overflowing bowels into the bucket below.
In that moment, as he felt the warm, sticky mess filling the bucket, he knew that he'd found his true calling. For him, there was nothing more satisfying than helping a young girl like her find the relief she so desperately craved. And he knew that she would come back to him, time and time again, ready to empty her constipated turds for him.
